People Share Their Most Significant Moment Of Revenge Toward Their Bully
41. Hit The Bully With My Football Helmet After He Embarrassed Me On The Field
“Growing up, I was always the ‘fat kid’ in my grade. I was always bigger than everyone else, and taller too. I was 6’1 in the sixth grade. However, I was a gentle giant. I never messed with anybody, and never bullied anyone, because my parents raised me to always be as nice as I could.
But, it never failed. Everyone always picked on me and called me names.
And, if I reacted, I was usually the one punished, cause the teachers automatically assumed the big kid must be bullying the little kids.
Well, fast forward to 7th grade, and I was walking off the football field after practice, and this kid who we’ll call Mark came up behind me and kicked the back of my knee in as hard as he could. I immediately fall to my knees and stomach and lay there for a minute kind of in a daze.
Well, my first thought was to cry. Not because I was hurt so much physically, but because emotionally I hated being treated that way.
However, before a tear could fall, I hear him in a loud voice say ‘Ahh, did you trip, fat a*s?’ I could feel every eye on the field, from my other teammates to the coaches, to the cheerleaders practicing on the sidelines, all turn towards the sound of his voice.
They were all staring at me wondering what I was going to do.
Suddenly, embarrassment became pure, raw, unadulterated anger. Moving even quicker than I thought possible, I jumped to my feet as fast as I could and turned and swung my helmet up and into his chin and mouth and nose, and hit him as hard as I’ve ever hit anything in my life.
He dropped like a sack of potatoes. I had knocked him out.
As the coaches all start to run towards me and screaming at me, two of my teammates and one of the 8th-grade cheerleaders both ran over to intercept them and tell the coaches I was defending myself. They told the coaches how Mark had hit me and knocked me down first.
As our trainer was checking on Mark, he came to.
He spits out two teeth and a tiny tip of his tongue where he’d bit it. One of the coaches rushed him to the ER where they said he had a broken nose as well, and a dislocated jaw. He ended up having to have surgery to have his teeth and jaw fixed.
I was suspended for the rest of the football season, and the school threatened to suspend me as well, but my two teammates and the cheerleader defended me to the very end.
The cheerleader actually lived in my neighborhood, and we became good friends after that. She drove me to school for a year until I turned 16 and got a car. I still get together with her and her family a few times a year.
Mark never bothered me again, even though he told everybody that it wasn’t a fair fight since I used my helmet. Whenever someone said that to me, I just told them what my grandfather said, which is that no fight is ever truly fair.
Nobody bothered me much after that, but I don’t think it was out of fear so much as it was out of an understanding, which was that I wasn’t going to just take it anymore. I’ll be honest, hitting Mark was one of the highlights of my teen life.”
40. Girl Made Fun Of Me When My Dad Died So I Taught Her A Lesson
“The first year of high school (13 at the time) this random **c***g tw*t Erin started hanging about with my group of friends and was a **t*h to me all the time for no reason.
Fast forward to just after the summer holidays ended and we were all back at school. She kept pestering me to see why I was off the day school finished, told her my dad had died that day (he sadly did) and she kept calling bull. She then took every opportunity that day to remind me about it and my friends told her to quit it and leave me alone, she got in my face and said, ‘What are gonna do to me since daddy’s six feet under and can’t help you?’
She wouldn’t listen when I told her to **** off or I’d hit her, she keeps goading me and I had enough. Pulled her arm behind her back and slammed her face-first into the lockers opposite us then slammed her to the floor, pinned her down by kneeling on her, and started punching the everloving **** out of her until two of my friends and the headmaster pulled me off her.
I got dragged to the headmaster’s office and he told me I had split her head open and broke her nose & I was going to get suspended for an ‘unprovoked attack’. I said ‘good’, told him she started it by bringing up my dad was dead, my friends told him the same thing. She didn’t dare come near me after that and would flinch when we passed each other in the corridors.
She now works at a local Mcdonald’s and I always make a beeline to her register when I’m there, she can’t look me in the eye.”
39. Made My High School Bully Hold A Cup Of My Urine And Walked In On His Honeymoon Night
“In high school, a guy decided to give me a hard time in the locker room. I never even figured out his name, much less why he was so concerned about what underwear I had on (well, I guess we can assume), or why I was never a target in the hallway.
But I have always been a scrawny guy, even when I try to follow all the rules to become not-scrawny. I just get stronger and stay scrawny. Anyway, the point is I was picked on in the locker room while in my skivvies by a monster of a guy in comparison to me.
Step one of inadvertent ‘revenge:’ I took my first full-time job at a hotel after graduating from high school.
Worked there for a while before deciding to go to college, and kept it up while I did some community college. At one point I was selected for a drug test, which was conducted at a facility across town. So I jumped in the hotel van and went in. The first moment was awkward as I and the big closeted guy who was unimpressed with my tighty whities gave silent recognition.
As I left, the big guy was very standoffish and avoiding eye contact as he handled a cup full of my urine. I’m sure it was a good job for him and he was probably used to handling p*ss cups, but it was a good moment in my life to have an old bully playing around with my urine.
Step two: Turns out the big closeted guy may be a big closeted bi guy, or a big s*xually confused guy because he married a woman and they stayed in my hotel on their wedding night.
It was the nicest hotel in town and we frequently hosted weddings and had the couple in one of our suites before they took off for a honeymoon or whatever. If we knew about a wedding or anniversary, we provided a complimentary bottle of champagne and a platter of fancy cheese, fruit, and crackers.
I didn’t like it, but our standard practice was to attempt delivery long enough after check-in that we weren’t crowding them as they settled, but soon enough that we wouldn’t be interrupting the consummation.
It was always awkward and I had advocated for well over a year to just have the front desk staff ask when they would like the delivery… But management liked it to be a surprise.
So I go up there with the goods when I am told to go up there. Knock, no answer. Now, the procedure at this point was to wait a bit, knock again, and if there wasn’t a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign or a deadbolt on, enter the room and set the items on the table inside.
So, I follow the procedure. Knock again, no answer still. They didn’t have the DND sign out, I could see that their deadbolt was not on. I walk in, start making my way to the table, and get a full view of my high school bully getting it on. Now, I didn’t like walking in on people. People don’t like getting walked in on. This is why those DND signs and deadbolts are incredibly important… You just never know in a hotel.
That was one of two times in six years that I had that happen. But d*mn. I interrupted my high school bully’s most important s*x. Ever. I was right there, might as well have climbed in and snuggled for a bit.
It was one of my greatest, awkwardest moments. And I made my case to management even harder than before and got that invasive, awkward procedure changed.”
38. High School Bully Got Banned From Flying On Planes
“Had a couple of bullies in my life that I have had to deal with but the best revenge story has to be when I got my high school bully stuck in Mexico.
Had a guy who used to pick on me all the time. Normal high school ***, messed with my locker f*cked with my food but I really didn’t care that much about it.
It wasn’t until he outed a friend of mine for being gay and forcing her to change schools that I decided he needed to pay.
He attended my local church and had signed up to go to Mexico on a mission trip. So I pretend to want to bury the hatchet and become friends on this trip to Mexico. He somewhat bought it and began to trust me over the ten days we were in Mexico. The day before we left we are packing up the van to go to the airport and I offered to put his bag in the back for him.
I then proceed to remove his passport (which had his driver’s license and social security card in it for some reason) and I tossed it in the trash.
The next day on our way thru the airport they ask for his ID and he can’t find it. Now, this was just after 9/11 and he is mostly Jordanian and Spanish. They refuse to let him on the plane and when he got upset he ended up being placed in the airport security office.
We all board the plane with the youth pastor staying behind to figure out what to do.
It ended up that his parents had to get a new passport made for him and then fly it to Mexico with his birth certificate to get them to release him. If being stuck in Mexico against your will for 30 days isn’t enough on top of all that I found out the following year when he was unable to go on another missions trip, That he had gotten himself placed on the no-fly list because he had made threats against the airline while he was in the airport security office.”
37. Head-Locked A Bully Then Became Friends With Him Later
“I fought back one day in the hallway between classes in 7th grade. I got him in a headlock, spun him around, and started choking him with my forearm pulled tightly against his throat. He was an athlete & went on to play professional ball, but he was a couple of inches shorter than me at the time. I leaned back so his weight was on his throat.
He struggled for a few seconds. I told him that I could kill him right now and he would never play ball again. After letting that sink in for a few seconds, I told him that I was not going to kill him that time, but the next time I would. Of course, I wouldn’t really do it, but I had to make him believe that I would.
I let his head get a darker shade of purple than I thought it was before letting him go. I almost felt bad that I let it go that far. Almost. He never bothered me again, and we went on to be friends later. As far as I know, he never bullied anyone after that. I hope I made him realize that any of the presumably weak targets in his environment could take away his athletic career before it even started. It was 2 years before anybody bothered me.
I fought back then too, but the stories are not as good.”
36. Witnessed The Girl I'm Going Out With Get Back At Her High School Bully
“I was not the bullied or the bully however, I had this friend in high school who while sweet and wonderful was not the most attractive young lady and she was really socially awkward.
We were in debate together and while I never had a problem meeting people and getting dates, she did. I did not friend zone her but she admitted after we graduated that she had a thing for me. So about four years later, we get back together for dinner when I’m home from the Navy and she’s home from college.
Let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, she matured wonderfully.
She went from short, scrawny, bad acne, and huge braces to petite, slim, but curvy, with beautiful hair and a wonderful smile and it was great because our personalities still clicked along. Our first date was a coffee and a desperate rush to find a place to hook up.
Our second date however was the awesome bully reckoning. We went out to this nice place, had an absolutely excellent meal, and then suddenly, this guy from high school happens to come on shift, sees me, and beelines to say hello.
She’s quiet, doesn’t say a word, but he can’t keep his eyes off of her. He pauses, looks confused, and says, ‘Jesse?’ She nods, ‘Hey Jeremy.’
Well he moves on after a few minutes and we continue eating and she just beams and says, ‘Man, he was such a *** to me in school, used to make fun of me…’ and the conversation moves on.
Well, I go to the restroom and come back to see him at our table again where she says, ‘No, you don’t understand. (My name) was wonderful to me all through high school while you were a total piece of crap to me. Now, I’m ****** him and your loser a*s is still stuck in your hometown tending tables. So bring me some water ****.’
I ****** died laughing.”
35. Logged My Backstabbing Workmate Out Of His Account For Several Times
“I had a guy who was more senior to me, but not my boss…I was acting as an assistant/secretary/general do-everything person. He directly reported to my boss, and would oftentimes **** and complain about things that weren’t my fault…but made me out to be the bad guy.
I sat right outside the office and could hear every word. Super nice to my face, undermining me every time he thought he had the boss’ ear and privacy. One day, after I had sent back a piece of his paperwork my boss had decided was atrocious with corrections, he decided he was going to bawl me out. Told me to get up out of my chair, and proceeded to alternate between angry, insulting, and condescending during a twenty-minute scolding.
He left after dropping the paperwork on my desk, telling me to fix it myself because I didn’t get to order him around (I DIDN’T, BOSS DID).
I was seething. My mind was racing and six months of resentment boiled up. I turned to my computer, logged out, and then wrote his login. I promptly put in gibberish three times, which locked him out of his account.
At the time, it took a few hours and a trip to another building to get that fixed. I spent the next six months doing this randomly from different computers all over. No pattern, always a different computer. If he was going to waste my time being petty and sneakily nasty, so was I. My favorite part was when the head of communications told my boss jokingly in a meeting that maybe this guy shouldn’t be in charge of anything, since he can’t seem to even log in to a computer without locking himself out on regular basis.
Another person had been the victim of his ***, so she continued the login torment after I left.”
34. Small Freshman Fights Two Big Seniors
“Not me, but my younger brother of a few years. Now he’s 6′ 175lbs benching his weight as a freshman but looks tall and lanky with a shirt on. I have always known he is a bit of a scrappy guy although you could never tell, he is a total sweetheart.
This last year, his freshman year, he had two pretty big senior guys on his water polo team who were constantly giving him cr*p and messing with all his stuff; hat, bag, phone, etc. Which is weird he has never had issues with people. Now he just let it roll off his back till they threw one of the school sized milk cartons at him and it soaked him.
Told ’em both to meet him in a parking lot nearby after school. Called me and told me to be there just in case.
Of course, I’m thinking that I’m gonna have to be the ****** who beats up two highschoolers and my brother is going to be the kid who got beat up and then saved by his brother. Watched from my car as it started. Holy ***.
He whooped the *** outta these two guys. They both walked up with their hands down thinking he wasn’t really gonna do anything so he sent the one guy staggering with a right hook as soon as he hit arm’s length away. Another guy throws a wild right, bro catches it on the forearm and throws three into his gut before an elbow to the jaw that knocked him out cold.
Turns out the other guy is coming at him to tackle him right? Full head down coming at your midsection tackle. Bro in one motion turns his body, pivots one foot, and throws a huge knee into the guy’s face as he gets close, and like out of a movie the guy’s head goes whipping back along with some ***** and teeth. Obviously, a ton of people from school had gathered to watch the little freshman fight two big seniors.
Bro puts his arms out and looks around at everyone ‘If you have got a problem you know where to meet me’. Got into the car as nothing happened. This is the same kid who teared up that same day because he stubbed his toe. Just got that crazy gene tucked way away I guess”
33. Squeezed Ketchup On Rude Customer And Banned Her From Out Bar
“I used to work at this night club. Next door was the takeaway shop that stayed open until 4 am on Friday and Saturday nights. They got a lot of traffic from the club closing.
Anyway, I had this one Saturday night off and went out with some friends. This **** who came to the club every week was out too, she was rude to all the floor staff and bartenders every time.
I physically ran into her outside the club and she was ordering some food, apologized and she said some d*uchebag comment. Then when she got her food she thought it would be hilarious to squeeze BBQ sauce all through the takeaway shop so this one guy working would have to clean it up. I knew the guy because he’d give us food every week.
Super nice bloke.
I see this happening and I lost my *** and just yelled ‘Hey, Emeline! You’re a ****** ****. Don’t ever come into my club again’ and then squeezed a whole bottle of tomato sauce all over her. Her friends cracked up laughing and the guys she was with didn’t want to be a part of it because they recognized me from the club and knew they’d get banned with her too.
We were the only night club, so very little option.
I felt bad about the sauce being everywhere so I helped Carl clean up the shop, he relies on us as much as we rely on him to keep people fed and sobered up.
Emeline screamed at me ‘who do you think you are? You can’t ****** do this to me!’ Sure enough, next week she tried to get in and the security boys radioed to me.
I came to the door and told her that she was not welcome and gave her a small squeeze packet of tomato sauce to take home. We all laughed and she complained, we never let her in again.”
32. Had The Theater Class Removed Because The Adviser Took My Chance For College
“High school, just a few years ago. I was working my a*s off hard at an IB school to make myself look good for an engineering college.
Part of IB requires you to take an IB course in art. So, because I was in the theatrical society there, I did mine in the theater. Over four years, I had built up trust and friendship with the teacher, a really nice lady, or so I thought. In my senior year, I tell her before the auditions for our UIL play that I can’t participate this year, because the IB tests are so intense and difficult.
I needed to focus on them rather than spending the remainder of my day at school rehearsing for a play.
The issue is that I was basically the only senior male there and she had pre-cast me for the role, and I was arguably the best guy for it, even though I recommended a friend of mine that ended up doing an amazing job. This is the exact reason why you don’t pre-cast an actor, in case there is something else they need to do.
After a while of arguing back and forth with her, we agreed we were cool and went on with our lives. An important detail is that I had asked her to write me a letter of recommendation that she had procrastinated on doing for a while.
Fast forward to a few weeks later, and I am told by my teacher to print off an essay I did in a folder on her computer with my name.
I was looking for it and instead, I found the letter of recommendation, with the document creation date being the same as the date for the audition. In that letter, she claimed that I was easily stressed, had trouble with direction and dedication, among other things that you really don’t want to see on your letter of ‘recommendation.’ Feeling distraught and betrayed. I instinctively printed out the letter and another teacher saw that I was upset.
I told him the whole story and he wanted to help since he told me that his own superiors screwed him out of an amazing job out of state as well. Traditionally, if a student asks for a letter of recommendation, you either write something good or you say that you can’t write a recommendation if you don’t recommend the student. In this situation, the letter had been sent to all the out of state colleges I had applied for, explaining why I hadn’t gotten accepted in any single one of them, despite being the top of my class with sufficient accolades and such.
But, a few hours later and I’m escorted into the vice-principal’s office, where this mean mother ***** was in charge. Suddenly, I’m being accused of stealing documents and being threatened with being arrested, saying that I wasn’t in cuffs because I was only 17. I knew he was exaggerating but I was terrified. The end result was me being stuck for a month in In-School-Suspension, one month before the IB tests.
I needed to be in class to do well with those tests, but instead, I would be stuck in a room bored and isolated, not allowed to do anything but think, not learn, or study. I will admit to completing guilt. Taking a document from the computer without permission is stealing, without a doubt. It is something I regret to this day, for what it’s done to me and eventually what it did to the teacher.
Now, here’s where the revenge part comes in. What happened to me quietly spread about the school, as many of the faculty were curious as to why a student got in such serious trouble for stealing his own college recommendation. Needless to say, many were annoyed at her for both sabotaging my chances at college, and hindering me before the IB tests. She was practically shunned throughout the school.
Not even anyone in the administration liked her. While I waited to get out of ISS, I planned out something a bit mean. There were rumors going around that IB theater might be replaced by another class, as there were so few students taking the class. Indeed, I was only one of two students that passed it. So, I wrote a letter to the review board in charge of assigning classes.
I recommended that they replace IB theater in it, and my coordinator confirmed that it was the nail in the coffin for that class. I was told the next year after I graduated, that they removed the class, and she left the school, moving to find another place that would take her, out of state and away from her bad reputation that she garnered in her original region.
Meanwhile, though, I was still ***ed. I wasn’t accepted anywhere out of state. I instead had to stay in town with a significantly less reputable college, as it was the only place that didn’t get my letter, since it wasn’t on CommonApp. Now, I’m working hard to become what I’ve always wanted to be, an engineer…*** theater class man. It brings too much drama.”
31. The Whole School Watched Me Beat Up The Guy My Ex Is Going Out With
“Buddy didn’t like me because the girl he is going out with was my ex, she and I were still good friends so he was always saying **** to me and eventually one of his friends said we were touching or whatever so he spit a fat loogy on my locker lock.
At that point, I said enough was enough so I challenged him to a fight.
This was in grade 10 and fighting in this school was unheard of so when people heard there was a fight in a school of 2300 kids, you can bet a lot of people showed up, and funnily enough, he was the one who requested to fight in the busiest part of the school. I just wanted to deal with it outside but he wouldn’t fight unless it was in the school.
So eventually lunch came around and while I was prepping my lunch in the cafe he walked up to me and asked me if I’m sure I wanted to do this. I should say this now the kid was a half foot+ taller than me, I was probably the top 5 shortest kids in the grade but I was a wrestler for 3 years up to that point so I was short but secretly built like a tank and knew how to fight.
Anyways we were in the ‘forum’, basically a massive hall in the front of the school where everyone chilled during lunch break, I on one side with about 20-30 people around me and him on the other side with about 40-50. I told my brother who was in grade 12 beforehand just in case some idiot tried to jump in.
At this point, he and his group walked over to mine, dead center of the forum and the 2 groups formed a huge circle.
Seemed like kids were pouring in from every hallway as they were all waiting in anticipation of the fight. There had to be at least 250+ kids from all grades there so I knew there was no turning back. But I had no intention of turning back as I knew what had to be done, I asked for the fight, I wasn’t backing down.
The night before I went through some mind simulations of what would happen and how I would deal with it, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of knowing that he would just come out with a massive haymaker.
Knowing who he was and judging the situation, I had a hunch he would be overconfident with himself so he wouldn’t have any sense of a guard.
So the groups formed and I see him, he sees me. I’m just doing a few stretches and he is pulling all his stuff out of his pockets one piece at a time handing his stuff to his girl (my ex).
At that point, I knew for sure he was way too confident and that he would come out swinging.
And sure enough, as he finished giving all his gear to his girl, he started walking at me slowly…then his pace quickened as he set up for a pretty obvious right hook. He pulled his arm back to get a good knock out, but I very smoothly and quickly ducked his punch and went in for 1 leg, then the second as I pulled the first up, then charged with all my might as I raised his dumb a*s high off the ground and slammed him with all my might onto the tile floor.
I quickly made good of the success of my current situation and got on top of him into a full guard position, grabbed his collar with my left, and just started pouring right hooks.
At this point, all I can hear is the people around us going mad in excitement over what had just happened. The adrenaline that was coursing through my veins was so powerful that I barely felt how much damage my hand was going through.
This was my first fight ever that involved hand to hand combat so my aim wasn’t the best. 25% of my throws were missing his squirming head hitting the very hard tile floor, but I didn’t even notice or care as all I could do was just throw punch after punch. Buddy had no chance of getting out of this colossal beating that was taking place as I was just feeding him punches while ensuring I wouldn’t get countered thanks to my karate/wrestling background.
As the fight was getting a little stale because of how one-sided it had gotten and because of the b****y mess accumulating on the floor, one of my brother’s good friends pulled me off of him, which happened to be the most satisfying moment of the fight because at that point, the adrenaline had worn down and I could actually think for a moment and realize that I had won, and all I did as buddy was pulling me off of him was look at his face and grin, the reason that it was so satisfying was that judging by the look on his face, he didn’t even realize he had lost the fight until I backed off slowly from him and could witness the sheer embarrassment and disappointment consume him as he suddenly came to his senses.
And of course just to make things better the hottest teacher in the school escorted me to the office.
At that moment in my life I knew that if anyone ever bothered me again, I knew I could handle it, not that anyone ever did after that beating but it wasn’t that I just knew I could fight my enemies to solve my problems, but more so that I knew I could stand up and deal with my problems head-on and have been doing so ever since.
I never once took any **** from anyone in school again from that day on, I had earned the respect from my peers and my enemies. Buddy and I actually became decent friends afterward and I still see him every now and then and we always have a good laugh about it.
If you are still reading and are wondering if it was worth it, h**l yes it was, standing up to that kid was one of the proudest moments of my life and I’d do it again.
Never let anyone dictate who you are or how you live and if you ever have a problem with someone or something, dealing with it sooner than later is always the best way forward.”
30. Beat The Guy Who Bullies My Gay Friend
“Not actually someone who bullied me per se, but a dude who definitely had a beef with me.
I had barely ever spoken with him, but he took offense to things I had said to him (stuff like, ‘being gay is not a mental illness’, for instance). I think it also bothered him that I didn’t really care about him being popular? He was very used to people applauding him for being good at high school football. I can’t say for sure, it’s not like he ever said that to me, but we’ll call it a hunch.
He never really bothered me much, but he would pick on my friends a lot because they were easier targets. At the point at which the confrontation occurred, he called one of my best friends a ‘stupid d*ke ***’ (he really didn’t like gay people, can you tell?) and I called him out on it. I just told him to shut the *** up. I forget the details exactly, as this was… 5-6 years ago, I think?
Point is, he was ****** livid. He tried to run at me and punch me in the face. I had taken martial arts for around eight years at this point. It didn’t end well for him.
I could see what he was going to do. He had his fist pulled back as he ran at me, for ***’s sake. He was probably around 5-10 feet away.
When he got close enough, I just shifted my weight and caught him with a side-kick to the ribs. All of his momenta slammed into my leg as I kicked, and my friends told me they could hear a snap. He just fell over into the fetal position. Teachers on duty in the hall were pushing through the crowd expecting a fight, and they just got me standing there with this dude on the ground.
I got taken to the principal’s office, it’s a whole thing. My friends vouch for me but the school is trying to pin it on me because the football team made the school a lot of money. My parents get involved, they called a lawyer, school backs down. He’s out of school for a while, and when he comes back I hear he had two broken ribs.
I never asked him so I guess that could be a rumor, but I can believe it. He was expected to get a football scholarship to a D1 school, but since he couldn’t play for the rest of the year due to injuries and all that, he never got one.
The best part was at graduation not too long after this, we had to sit next to each other.
Our last names were very similar, and it was in alphabetical order. So, for like four hours this kid had to sit next to me. He didn’t say a god **** word.
Last I heard, he mellowed out a lot and ended up going to school to be a commercial pilot. I’m happy for the guy, he seems to be an overall better person now and from what I hear from others he really likes being a pilot.”
29. Bought A Coffee To Get Back At My Construction Workmate
“Several years back (and well into my adulthood) I had my first ‘bully’. We all worked in gas construction and would meet in a yard in the morning before getting our assignments and taking our company vans out to check/replace meters or check street calves.
For the entire first year, this guy Mike gives everyone and especially me ***, causes issues and is generally considered a large man child even by the rest of us Blue-collar Neanderthals.
As much of a pr*ck Mike was, he was always desperate to hang out too. A classic case of a guy who pushes everyone away but also craves friendship.
Anyway – one day we get into it verbally and he smacks the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee out of my hand.
I had to walk away, otherwise, I would have ended up in jail.
In my heart, I knew I couldn’t let it go unanswered, but I couldn’t beat him up either (We are adults). So the next day I buy his favorite coffee – a French roast with cream but no sugar from Dunkin’ Donuts.
When I walk it up to him, his face lights up.
Finally, was this it? Was he getting a friend? And I proudly tell him the specific coffee I got him and he gets even happier, I could see the ice melting from his heart. As soon as he grabs it, I smack that ****** coffee cup out of his hand, French roast goes everywhere. His jaw literally dropped and I’ll never forget the look of shock and sorrow in his eyes.
Overcome with ***** lust, I clench my fists and start yelling ‘YYEEAAAHHH!’ at him, and his van partner who was clapping and laughing the whole time has to walk the dejected Mike away.
He tried to play it down the next day like ‘you bought it with your own money you idiot’ but the catharsis from the look on his face made it worth the price of ten cups of French roast with cream and no sugar.”
28. Expanded My Vocabulary And Learned How To Use Curse Words During Science Class
“I was a very shy and quiet kid in school. In middle school, there was this group of guys, with one being the so-called leader, who seemed to make it their mission to torment and torture anyone and everyone they could. No one was safe. They made fun of anyone for any reason they could find.
They picked on the smart kids for being smart or nerdy, the poor kids for being poor, the goths for being goths, the mentally challenged, those that weren’t physically fit, etc.
In 8th grade, they zeroed in on me, picked on me for being the quiet smart girl, teacher’s pet, and the fact that I wouldn’t use cuss words (I overcame that one though, lol), they called me Miss Goody Two-shoes.
At first, I ignored them, my Mom told me that if you ignore them and don’t let them get a rise out of you or show any reaction, they’ll just leave you alone, WRONG!!! Not those *******, the absence of a reaction just made them try even harder, but I held steadfastly and showed no emotion whatsoever. Eventually, they would take a break and move on to someone else, but they would always come back to me.
One day, in particular, started off pretty ***y for me, it was a Friday and it had been a long a*s week. I was tired, I didn’t sleep well the night before, I had a huge a*s headache, and I so did not want to be in school that day. In my 2nd period class one of the guys of the bully group Ryan, who when he was not around the rest was actually a nice guy, asked me if I had any gum, I did and gave him some, to which he was really surprised and said thanks.
‘Eat them up with kindness’, was also another tidbit of wisdom my Mom gave me, and later on would prove to work in my favor.
7th-period science class rolls around and I’m just so over the day and ready to go the **** home. The leader of the bully group Brandon and the guy Ryan I gave gum to in 2nd period, sit in front of me, so I knew I had to prepare for the *** storm of insults and cr*p they were ready to hurl at me.
My friend Wendy who sat beside me and was also not immune from their bullying was there. They usually made fun of her for being super smart as well as whatever else they could drum up.
The moment they arrive, Brandon instantly starts in with the insults directed at me. I just ignore them as usual. The teacher Mrs. J comes in and tells us to go over our study guides and to finish filling them out if we need to for Monday’s test and that she would be going around if anyone had questions or needed help.
Wendy and I had finished ours and started to compare answers to make sure all was good. Of course, you know Brandon didn’t do *** and expects to bully me or Wendy for the answers, but I wasn’t budging, Wendy however wasn’t as strong as I was when it came to their bullying. She would never give in to give him the answers, but it still wouldn’t end well for her.
Brandon was going at her hard calling her every name he could think of, she was on the verge of tears and I just kept telling her don’t listen to them, but it wasn’t working and she put her head down to cry and I knew she was done.
Something in me just snapped, I was already in a bad mood, and this ****** really put me over the edge.
My Miss Goody Two-shoes left for the day at that moment and I unleashed my inner bad a*s. I told him, ‘Listen you little needle-d*cked mother *****, I’ve had enough of your *** you ******, leave her alone and leave me alone or I swear to God and all things holy that the next d*mn time you or any one of your little ****** butt buddies picks on me or my friend I will roast your ****** balls, if you even have any, on that big a*s Bunsen burner over there!!!
Got it you ballless sack of ***!?!?’. At this Wendy lifts her head and looks at me in awe, other kids in the room are staring at me mystified, the popular guy and the head quarterback just looks at me and says ‘D*mn girl, I didn’t know you had that in you, remind me not to anger you!!’.
At this moment Brandon is absolutely mind f*cked and at a loss for words.
He’s trying to think of something to say, but Ryan just tells him ‘Dude, just leave her alone’. Brandon asks him why he’s taking up for me and he says, ‘She’s nice, she’s never done or said anything means to me and this morning she gave me gum. Dude, you’re on your own’. So what does this little *** head Brandon do next?, he ****** raises his hand to tell on me, to tell the teacher I threatened him.
I thought for sure I was screwed, that I was headed for the principal’s office and possibly detention or suspension. But I remained calm, sat there looking all innocent and quiet like nothing had happened like I just hadn’t unleashed a tirade that could possibly make a sailor blush.
Mrs. J didn’t particularly like Brandon, no teacher really did. He was rude, disruptive and they knew he bullied people.
So when Mrs. J saw his hand raised, she was already annoyed by him, and curtly asked what he wanted. He replied, ‘ibeabluedevil just cursed me out, she called me some really bad things I can’t repeat and insulted my manhood, and then she threatened to burn my balls off with a Bunsen burner’.
The whole class busted out laughing, still, I sat there calm and stoic.
Mrs. J looked at me and then looked at Brandon then looked at me again and then him and replied, ‘Brandon, ibeabluedevil is a very sweet, kind, nice girl, and I highly doubt that she said anything remotely near to what you have just described, but if she did, then you must have really done something to deserve it. Now, do not disrupt my class again, or you will go straight to the principal’s office no questions asked, do I make myself clear!?’.
He pleaded with her and said that if she didn’t believe him that other people heard what I said. So she asked if anyone had heard anything and everyone within earshot that actually saw and heard it what went down all denied they heard me say any of those things. He even asked Ryan who sat right beside him to back him up and Ryan replied: ‘Sorry Dude, don’t know what you’re talking about, I was working on my paper.’
After that he never bothered me again, he still bullied other people, but he steered clear of me, no one really picked on me after that all the way up through the high school. From then on I remained the nice quiet girl that no one dared to annoy or pick on. Oh, and my aversion to curse words fizzled out and my vocabulary expanded.”
27. Aimless Bullies Drive Away When They Couldn't Hit Me With Water Balloons
“I remember there was this guy who would always try and give it to me. Mainly verbal abuse.
Anyway, he had a few older brothers. Both he and I were maybe 8/9? His bros were all in high school. And one was at least 17 as he drove. They would always follow me around after school as I walked home.
Berating me. Whatever. I always thought it was odd all his older bros would pick on me – a fat little kid.
One day they threw water balloons at me from their car. And then a couple got out and kept at it.
They must have had like 50 balloons between the 4 or 5 of them. I never ran. I just kept walking. Not 1 hit me. Not a single one.
These guys were pretty close too.
I just turned, told them even my grandma could have landed one. Then yelled that they were pathetic to be picking on a kid half their size and several years younger than them.
They got in the car and drove off. The guy my age never spoke a word to me again.
I dunno what he is like now.
But I think collectively they had an IQ of 6. Anyway, I guess just telling them how pathetic they were made them realize how dumb they were acting?
Bonus one:
Had a guy pull a knife on me at camp. We must have been maybe 13? He would bully me occasionally. And he overheard me say to a friend of mine that I didn’t like him as he would always pick on other people.
Anyway, about 10 mins later I am leaving my tent and bam! There he is with a knife. Yelling and screaming at me. (At the time I had no idea he heard me) so I was very confused. I just kept asking what the h**l was going on to him.
Then a couple of friends went to him and started to settle him down. Then the teacher saw what was happening and eventually they managed to get the knife off him and he apologized to me.
It was a forced apology, but it told me something. This kid was really struggling with some inner demons. Dunno what. Bad home life? Dunno. But I never spoke to him or him to me again. I felt sorry for him. I still do.”
26. Finally Spoke Up To My Bully Then Regretted It After
“When I was a kid, these two girls, let us call them Pam and Tara, made fun of me without any reservations. I hated them. I hated how they made me feel. I hated how they just ganged up on me and how they got away with it.
I hate it how they would ruin any friendship I would start, spread rumors, and just made me miserable.
Well, I made a group of friends and my friends were kinda beginning to make friends with Tara. I was at my one friend’s house, let’s call her Maggie, and she was on the phone with Tara. Maggie knew I hated Tara and asked if I had anything to say.
I felt threatened that Tara was moving in on my friendships and didn’t want to have another group of friends turn on me.
So, I gave Tara a top ten list of why I hated her. Starting with number 10…David Letterman style. She cried, the phone call ended, and there we had it. I said I could think of at least 100 more reasons, but I just didn’t have time in my day.
I felt kinda proud of myself. I stood up to a bully and now hopefully it would stop. I usually cried and ran away and shut down. I was glowing until I learned what happened next, and then I felt the worst I had ever felt in my life. Tara tried to kill herself. She apparently was struggling with making friends, especially after falling out with Pam, and I inadvertently took my revenge on someone who was vulnerable, alone, and sad…much as to how I was when she made fun of me.
I felt the worst I ever felt. I had to tell my parents, which made it worse. I apologized to Tara but clearly, it wasn’t enough. She ended up changing schools. Before the school change, we kinda got along better and even were able to hang out with friends together. I always felt bad though and no matter what, I couldn’t take back those words.
Pam was still a ****, but it wasn’t worth it to fight her. We ended up taking home economics together and actually ended up half-way getting along by the end of the year. She tried to bully me and I just ignored her. For whatever reason, that stopped the bullying. Being forced to work together made us at least tolerate one another.
Since then, I refuse to enact revenge.
You never know why people act the way they do and it isn’t your business to police them. To date, I still cringe when I think about what 12-year-old me did. Yes, she made my life ****. Yes, she made fun of me. Yes, I left school in tears a number of times. But clearly, she had her own demons and because I couldn’t control myself, she almost killed herself.
I still think of her from time to time. I hope whatever she had going on stopped and she was able to have a better life somewhere.”
25. I Snapped Three Days Before The School Year Ended
“I never really had a problem with bullies. I was always a bigger built kid in school and was left alone. I also made friends easily, and I flew under the radar for the most part. Except for Josh.
Jo***ried so hard to bully me, but he never truly succeeded. He was much smaller and was skin and bones, but he was your average ghetto wannabe redneck white trash. He thought he was tough ***, and for some reason had his sights on me.
I never really let it bug me. He would try and trip me, he would push me, call me names, and even found out where I lived and tried to *** with me at home.
I basically ignored it and my friends would tell him to *** off.
The entire time this *** happened, I would make incident reports with the vice-principal, who I knew very well since he was the old guidance counselor from my grade school. I had built a pretty substantial paper trail, and I had copies of all of these reports.
The last week of senior year, Josh made himself a place at our lunch table and started his bullcrap.
I ignored him, my friends ignored him, but he just wouldn’t ****** go away or shut up. It was like, the third to last day of high school and I was just sick of it. The straw that broke the camel’s back is when Josh blew his nasty, snotty nose into a napkin and said ‘Hey TaterSaladFarts, look at this!’
I humored him and looked over, only for him to immediately sma***his snotty napkin into my face.
I stood up, casually tossed the napkin in the trash can behind me, and exploded like a ****** gorilla on Josh. It took my 5 friends to pull me off of him. In the process of feeding him his own teeth, I broke his jaw, his nose, all of his front teeth, fractured his eye socket, two black eyes, and knocked him backward into a support pillar giving him a huge concussion.
I broke three fingers and his teeth gnashed my hands up pretty bad.
End result? His parents tried to sue, the school district stepped up and defended me with the massive pile of provocations and harassment. Not to mention, security footage of him blowing his nose into a napkin and smashing it in my face. As an adult, I’m not sure how I didn’t get in a lot of trouble for this, considering I really did mess him up.
It was about ten years ago, so maybe the schools weren’t as bad as they are today?
Last I heard, the recovery from his injuries lead to a long downward spiral into drug addiction. Never graduated high school, got caught pretending to be an injured marine in public by a former drill instructor of all people, and I saw him once working midnights at a gas station a few years ago.
He died of an *verdose last year.
No regrets. He was a piece of ***.”
24. Childhood Bully Wants To Learn Speaking Skills From Me
“I have been bullied all my childhood in ways that one wouldn’t wish even for his worst enemy. After high school, I started reading a lot. The Harry Potter series was the one that really touched me because I could relate to the life of the protagonist. It helped me find a very lovely, helpful, motivating, and inspiring friend online. She changed my life. My confidence was boosted and I also found my passion for public speaking.
I am now a good speaker and also organize public speaking workshops and training events every now and then.
4 months ago, I was working for one big event and I got a message on my Facebook. It was one of those bullies of my childhood. He wanted to learn how to speak properly and wanted some discounts at my event given that we were ‘good friends in our good old days’.
I was mad but I thought I’d take the higher moral road so I assured him of some help and asked him to call me when he arrives at the venue on the day of the workshop. He came that day and called me. I went to the gate and met him. He looked up at me (I’ve grown taller than him) and gave me that nervous I-know-I-was-sh*tty-to-you-back-then-but-now-you’ve-become-way-awesome-so-please-help-me-because-I’m-still-a-scum-and-I’m-sorry smile and put his hand forward to shake mine.
I shook his hands and said, ‘I’ll waive the registration for old times sake, just take your seat inside. I’ll be busy.’ I walked away with a sly, evil, and satisfied grin on my face.”
23. Friends And I Beat Up My Bully Until Midnight
“8th grade NYC junior high school. I have already gotten into a Specialized HS in NYC that you take a test for, so last semester before I enter 9th grade, as long as I pass, I am going to that school.
So naturally, I played basketball and handball all day with the bad kids. A very ironic situation I know.
2 months left in the school year, this 8th grader bully, who really never had many interactions with me flipped my lunch tray during lunch. The first time I called him names, he called me names, teachers yelled at both of us, end of the story. The next day, he did the same thing, the same result.
On Fridays, I play ball during lunch with the peeps and he decided to yell in the hallway right as we walked in that I was a **s*y and hiding from him. Just so we are clear, I was walking in with a bunch of 9th graders who got left being, and all have juvie records. These are literally the guys you know are going to be lifers later on.
I actually still kept in contact with one of them fairly well after HS, he is doing 20+ for trafficking.
But anywho, after class, he got taken to the hand ball court and beaten up pretty badly. I was given the King’s power, to decide if he continuously get beat up or we can let him go. I think we beat him up till the evening rush hour was happening and people were walking past the school to go home.
He never came back to school. Apparently, he told his parents he got mugged and feels scared to come back to school so he stayed home to recover till school ended and transferred. Never knew what happened to him afterward. This is all pre-Facebook of course. The funniest thing is, everyone hated him, so even though we had quite the crowd watching, no one ratted on us.”
22. Girl Who Spread Rumors About Me Makes My Sandwich Whenever I Visit Hometown
“The summer after freshman year of college (2009) I had a major, irreversible falling out with a very close friend I’d had since middle school. I came back to town that summer amid her breakup with the guy she’d been with since we had all been friends. I refused to take sides — you know, cause people to grow apart, breakups happen. She did not like this and promptly lost her ***.
She’s always been a bit nutty but this pushed her over the line. She spread the word around town was that I was sleeping with her ex (irony: she actually slept with his best friend.) Her vicious little sisters and other former friends harassed me nonstop… calling me dozens of times, leaving horrible messages, showing up at my work, fun stuff like that. Her ex wanted no part in the drama and didn’t bother to back me up.
I called her to reason with her. Huge life lesson learned: you can’t convince crazy that it’s crazy. So my parting words were along with something along the lines of, ‘I’m sorry you feel that way but I’m not sorry that in the end, this will not matter to me. I made it out of this town and will be doing something productive with my life.
In a year from now, 5 years from now, and so on, you’ll still be here, miserable and doing exactly what you’re doing now, partying with the same people, working the same job, and going nowhere.’
Every time I go home to visit family, I put on a favorite outfit and swing by the same Subway near our childhood homes. I make that **** make me a sandwich.
I get such a revenge lady b*ner correcting her by saying, ‘No, no… lite mayo. Thanks!’
21. Dude Messes With The Kid Who Has Access To Student Debt Accounts
“At my school, we have a class you can enroll in called library studies. Basically, it’s a library assistant but you do 3 research projects through the semester.
Anyways, our school was just implementing this thing called ‘smart lunch’, which is where the whole school gets off at lunch for the same hour, and you can do whatever and tutor during the day.
I mostly did my homework, until we decided to open the library during smart lunch.
We needed some LA’s to stay there, as the librarian was tutoring her other classes (she taught 6 different classes, Microsoft excel, PP, office, and 3 LA classes, and 4th block was her break)
Now there was this kid, we will call him D*uchebag Danny or DD. He was this arrogant who had a bad case of senior syndrome and liked to mess with people. He would do anything and everything to mess someone’s day up, and he really liked messing with mine during SL.
To this day I still don’t know what I did to him, maybe I looked at him funny or something, but he really hated me.
So one day, I was watching the Library when I stepped out to go get lunch, leaving my stuff behind the desk. I told the other LA Madison, who was with me, to watch my stuff, and she said she would, but that didn’t happen.
I returned to find my clarinet case gone, and Madison nowhere in sight.
Now naturally I panicked, as we had MPA that week, and I can’t go to that without an instrument. So I was about to ask the librarian where it was when Ray (a friend) came up and asked if that was my clarinet case over by the periodicals, so I went over there to find it opened and the pieces spilled all over the lane.
What was worse, and anyone who plays clarinet can tell you, is that the mouthpiece was chipped. I didn’t have the money to replace that, so I was extremely angry. I asked him if he saw who did it and he said he didn’t.
So I’m going to skip forward a bit here to the next day, but one thing lead to another and Madison told me she saw DD messing around back there.
They were friends, so she didn’t think anything of it.
I was done with him, so I did what anyone would do and got revenge.
Now I could have told a teacher or something, but that’s not really personal enough, so I came up with a plan
Now I had a Vandoren B45 clarinet, and I wasn’t going to get a generic mouthpiece for the long term (I had to get one though so I could make MPA).
Those mouthpieces are like 80$ a pop, so I figured I would make him pay 80$ back.
Seniors were doing an exit project called capstone, it’s basically a huge a*s project that takes all of your senior and junior years to complete, and this dumb a*s waited until the final year to do it. So he comes to me during SL and asks to check out a few books, and they were about disabilities in sports and such.
Now, these books cost around 20$ each, and he rented out 6 of them. He returned them about 2 days later, saying they didn’t have anything he needed.
Now LA’s, thanks to the librarian’s laziness, could add and remove debt from a student’s account. This was thanks to her using the admin credentials on the PC. We could also mark stuff as stolen/lost, which would put an immediate debt on the student’s account, and stop them from graduating should they not pay it back in time.
So I ‘accidentally’ forgot to check the books back in, and 2 weeks later the librarian marked them as lost/stolen and an immediate fine was put on the student’s account and they were called to the library. DD tried to say that he turned them back into me, but I lied and said that he never did.
DD winded up having to pay 125$ to the library for the books and late fees.”
20. Punched The Kid In The School Bus For Bullying Me For Being Deaf
“I was born deaf which means I had to ride a special bus to a school far away just because that school has a program that could accommodate me.
On that special bus, we pick up other students on the way. One of the students happened to be nasty and very bully-ish. He picked on everyone on the bus. It had been like that for years.
One day, for some reason I couldn’t remember, I was having a really bad day. This kid picked on me on the bus, and I snapped. I ran from the front row to the last row where he sits and punched him.
All of my rages suddenly spilled out on him. I kept on punching him for a minute or two until the driver stopped the bus on the side of the highway. The driver had to pull me away from him and put me in the front row. The bully was bawling his eyes out.
The driver then drove all of us straight to my home, which was supposed to be our last stop.
He dropped me off first and I bolted out of there. After that, nothing happened. The next day, the driver picked me up as if nothing unusual happened. The bully got picked up as well, but he was terrified of me. He went back to the last row and never spoke a word. Since then, neither the bully nor the driver spoke a word to me.
Turned out the driver never reported it, even to my parents. Since that day, the bully never did anything to me, not even a word.
I’m not saying this is a good thing. It did work out for me, but I know the bully well and that event turned out terribly for him. He grew up in a miserable life with uncaring parents. I was not sure how to feel for him.
I felt great that my bully was suffered for what he did, but I saw how my actions affected his life. He was much more withdrawn and lonely since I punched him. I honestly don’t know how I am supposed to feel about that. I still thought about it occasionally. Last I heard, he was still living with his mom with no job. I don’t know if I should feel guilty or not.
I know I shouldn’t feel bad about putting a bully in his place, but I don’t know. This bothered me for quite a bit.”
19. Stabbed My Bully With A Pen
“I don’t know if I’d call him a bully because he knew I could probably kick his a*s, but in 9th grade this one kid was always harassing me, getting all of his friends to try to bully me, and just being a general **s***e only towards me.
On top of this for context to why I hated him, one day we’re doing some project involving scissors, and as I go to grab a pair he tries to steal them from me. He rips them out of my hand because I wasn’t expecting it, but what he didn’t realize is that my finger was in between the blades. Long story short he cuts me so bad I have to leave school to go get stitches.
He doesn’t apologize and refuses to compensate for the medical bill.
A few weeks later in a different class, I get up out of my desk and he runs up and steals my seat for no reason. I go to drag him out and you know what he does? He tries to kick me in the nuts. So I’m like ‘Oh so you want to fight, **** you!’ so I grab my pen and stab him in the shoulder, then grab him and throw him out of MY seat.
The pen had its cap on, but I hit him hard enough that it still went through his jacket and pierced his skin. Had to fake an apology to him in the principal’s office in order to not get suspended, but afterward, I said I wasn’t sorry and refused to compensate for his medical bill, just like he did for me.
Never had a problem with that kid again.
When I transferred to a different high school the next year, a rumor got out that I had stabbed somebody with a pen and nobody dared to **** with me anymore.”
18. Kindergarten Bully Fell On A Jellyfish-Infested Lake
“I knew this kid named Ryan in kindergarten who would ‘prank’ me by doing stuff like pulling my chair from under me, pouring water on my seat before I sat down, etc. Escalating the ‘pranks’ as the years went by to the point of just chucking rocks at me.
Due to my brother’s reputation as a problem student, no one took anything I said seriously. So there was effectively nothing I could do. Until I got to the 5th grade that is. By the time I was in 5th grade, Ryan had switched schools, but in our school district, there was a 5th-grade class trip that multiple schools would participate into an old military base where we would get to camp for a weekend, including Ryan’s school.
On our first day there, we were all to take canoe lessons (don’t ask, I don’t know why myself) in a jellyfish infested lake. While paddling in the lake, Ryan’s canoe came into spitting distance of my canoe. I yelled to him ‘I think you dropped something.’ When he shifted his weight I gave his canoe a little puck with my oar and he fell into the drink.
I promptly made my leave and got out of the lake.
Later that night, as we were gathering around a pseudo bleacher/bonfire area, I found out that he had been stung quite a bit, and the jellyfish even stuck to his legs as he got out. After getting treated for his stings, Ryan joins the big group and decides to sit on the bleachers right in front of me.
During my teacher’s closing lesson for the night, Ryan stands up, right on top of the bleachers, blocking my view. I hollered, ‘Hey sit down, I can’t see!’ Ryan just ignored me, but then I see it, my perfect opportunity. I kicked his feet from under him. He comes crashing down on his tailbone. After the initial seething pain, all you could hear were a string of expletives, cursing of people’s mothers, threats upon the wellbeing of others.
Last I heard, he suffered from a bruised tailbone and ego, and expulsion from the school.”
17. Gave The Bully A Karate Kick In Front Of The Teacher
“I like to say I’ve only ever been in three fights and a beatdown, and while it’s not as ****** a story as it sounds, it still gives me a justice b*ner to tell the story of my first fight and only beatdown.
From 4th grade up until high school started, I was kind of a ***. (If I’m being honest I was probably a *** then too but it’s not relevant here).
I had skipped a grade previously and, while I’m not really that smart, in elementary school I was usually one of the first to finish my work or understand what concept the teacher was talking about in class. I would quickly get bored waiting for everyone else to get done, and I made my position rather clear through loud, obnoxious sighs or similarly rude gestures.
I either wasn’t told about this or it didn’t sink in enough for me to stop until 8th grade, hence calling myself a ***.
Anyways, most students kind of shrugged it off and just ignored me. I was the weird kid that was a year younger than everyone, so they just left me alone entirely. All but one of them. There was this kid, Trent, who was already a bully to most of the kids in our class, but he took a special liking to picking on me.
It could have been because I was younger and smaller, but now I attribute it to the fact that he didn’t like my impatience, especially since he was one of the slowest kids in class (not saying he was dumb, just that he took longer than most on homework and stuff).
For most of the year, he limited his bullying to words; taunting, insulting, making fun of me.
But then one day, Trent decided to get physical, and not in the good way-if there is one. It was the last day of 4th grade, and the teachers basically gave us free reign to do whatever. A lot of us wanted to go outside and run around or play football (there was a grass field right beside the school). So we’re playing touch football, and of course Trent and I are on different teams, but this isn’t going the direction you might have thought.
On one of the plays, it essentially becomes a Hail Mary, with my teams quarterback launching the ball downfield. Pretty much everyone ran in that direction, but I had run a short route and apparently decided to just walk that way. All of a sudden, I get hit hard in the middle of the back and taken down with someone landing on top of me.
It’s Trent, and he proceeds to just start throwing haymakers at me. I had my arms up protecting my face, but he got a couple of shots on my body and I stayed down for a while after he grew tired and got up. Eventually a teacher came up and asked what was wrong, and I told her what had happened. She pulled the two of us inside and proceeded to have a chat.
She confronted Trent and he admitted it. Then, she looked at the two of us and said that because it was the last day of school, there wasn’t really anything she could do, so she wanted us to apologize to each other and forget about it. I was pretty annoyed, because that was a cheap shot and I didn’t get any hits in. I asked her again if Trent was going to get in trouble and she said ‘he is in trouble, he has to apologize.’
That wasn’t enough for me and I wanted revenge, so I went after him. I was in karate, but I didn’t know squat about fighting except for one type of kick, which was some sort of side-step side kick that pushed the other person back. I kicked the **** out of him and he went back into a wall, then I started wildly flailing my arms, connecting on about every third swing.
After about 5 seconds the teacher pulled me off and started lecturing me and threatening to suspend or expel me. I repeated her own words and said since it’s the last day of school, there’s nothing she could do.
Somehow, I got out of that with just a lecture and a note home to my parents. The kick hurt Trent, but not enough to require any attention.
We had class together the next few years, and while I wish I could say we became friends happily ever after or even that he left me alone, the next year he was right back to picking on me. But, he never laid a finger on me again.”
16. Had My Bully Banned From Graduating
“One kid in High School (let’s call him Harley Engel) would sit behind me and call me an emo ****, a r*tard, and the whole nine yards.
He would hit me when no one was looking and cut me with a razor whenever I let my guard down. He would go as far as to threaten to kill me if I didn’t kill myself. He made my life a living ****. He and a few of his friends got the entire class to call me ‘syndrome’ a nickname meant to make fun of the fact that I was autistic.
I had to put up with being called syndrome every single day, multiple times a day. I was being shoved into lockers and having my things vandalized and being beaten every single day. These kids knew I came from a poor family and would tear up my clothes and steal things from me constantly. They told me it was my fault my father left me and sorts of terrible things daily.
One time after school I was pushed into a moving bus (almost a separate incident) and had to be hospitalized and almost died. I started contemplating ******* at a very young age. I almost gave in and killed myself. Instead, I went to the police and the head staff. I told them of all the things he had done and showed them the cut marks on the back of my neck.
I told them about the razor he would keep in this wallet. I never saw that kid again that year. It was just a month or so before graduation and he was permanently expelled. He wasn’t the smartest kid, so getting to the point of almost graduating must have been very difficult for him, and having all that work canceled felt great for me.
A few years after High School I would finally see Harley again.
He is waiting in front of a house I was staying at, and the girl he was running inside to grab something from one of my friends. Harley sat outside the entire time while my friend was busy ****** Harley’s woman in the bathroom. It was truly beautiful. I went outside, smoked, and smiled at his fat-a*s the whole time knowing he fully deserved what was happening to him.
I don’t even think he recognized me. For the most part, the bullying never really followed me after High School. Only one bully, (let’s call him Buddy Hawk) will still harass me and call me Syndrome when he sees me. He did over the internet for a while but I finally blocked him (something I rarely did up until recently). He has shown up to two of my workplaces and tried to make fun of me.
But I haven’t seen him in a while, but when I do I hope it’s because one of my friends is ****** a woman he loves.”
15. Bully Scratched My Laptop's Screen So I Taught Him A Lesson
“I was in 6th grade and this kid and 4 of his friends pushed me into my locker. I hate lockers. I digress.
I turned around with a b****y nose, balled my fists up, and faced him. I knew I was outnumbered, I couldn’t run and I had one option.
Whoop a*s like I’ve never before. So, I went after him first. I threw punches like I was giving out coupons, I kneed him, slammed his head into the locker, all with 2 of his friends hitting me and trying to pull me off the whole time.
I went for the second biggest next, I grabbed his hair and put him into the locker about 15 times.
He was down and so was his friend, now for the dude that was still fighting. The other two were screaming for me to stop.
My locker was the one right next to the window and it was open, so I grabbed him, punched him a few times, and slammed his head into the sill.
When I went from the middle school to the high school next to it, I was there for 3 years and the window sill guy hasn’t talked right after that day.
None of them messed with me much after that, no one really did. Except for Brayden.
**** Brayden. This kid would take lunch from people, take drinks out of people’s hands, groping girls, throw **** at teachers, and the school did nothing because he was good at sports. Then he turned on me after getting bored with the rest of the school.
Decided to take a knife to school and gauge the screen of my laptop.
I asked if it was him (it was, there was proof of him doing it) and when he denied it I closed my laptop, said ‘alright’ and proceeded to beat the h**l out of him with it. When the laptop was toast I switched to fists and pounding his head into the floor.
Paramedics were called, he ended up in the hospital for like a week and came back with a really sincere apology and has since turned away from bullying.
He’s somewhat successful, now he works as a Courtesy Clerk at Carrs, and rarely spoke to me when I worked in the Deli. the other dude from middle school ended up shooting up a bunch of d***s and driving his car into a tree. He’s dead now, died last year.
He also got kicked out of another high school we went to for smoking and vaping on school grounds.”
14. Guy Won't Give Up Asking What My Breakfast Is
“There was this kid in high school who wasn’t really a bully, but he WAS an enormous d*uche. Most people knew not to mess with me because I was 6’0”, 180 lbs, and had a reputation for being annoying and a tattletale. I turned my act around gradually during high school, but people still never really messed with me apart from this one guy. I got seated next to this guy and he started annoying the entire table, but we all realized he was being a d*uche and just played it off.
He was always mocking people, ripping paper into tiny pieces and treating girl’s cleavage as basketball rings, stealing the ink out of ballpoint pens, and one time he brought one of those annoying plastic kazoo-like things that make the high pitched ‘Bzzz’ sound when you blow into them.
Anyway, one day the guy asked me what I ate for breakfast, and while it wasn’t anything too weird, I decided to spite him and not tell him.
I’m a quiet guy, in general, so my not volunteering information is nothing unique. Problem was, he thought that since I didn’t tell, it was something he REALLY needed to know. So he didn’t let up in asking. Every day, he’d greet me with ‘What’d you have for breakfast?’ It was incredibly annoying and telling him where to stick it was no help in shutting him up.
Then he crossed a line. My high school required families to put in a certain amount of volunteer hours, and my mom volunteered in the library sometimes. So the next time she was coming in, I warned her about the guy and told her that if he talked to her, tell him nothing since I was handling it. Well, he did talk to her. He made a special trip to the library to ask her, claiming he was my ‘best friend’ and that I’d spoken highly of her cooking abilities and he wanted to borrow the recipe.
My mom politely told him to stick it, and the librarian was so shocked at the confrontation that she reported him to the principal.
FYI My breakfast was a soy patty with cheddar cheese, a muffin, a cup of yogurt, a banana, and a glass of apple juice.”
13. Sister Slapped Her Ex's New Girl After He Knocks The Books Out Of Her Hands
“My sister had had a rough break up with a guy in her freshman year, we’ll call him Ex.
Ex felt he was being treated unfairly when she didn’t spend every waking moment with him. Ex broke it off and found a new girl, we’ll call her Girl, who shared in his newfound hatred of my sister. Come the end of the sophomore year, I hear that Ex and Girl had been making my sister’s life a living H**l. Pushing her in the hallways, spreading rumors, attempting to slam doors on her.
I had developed a reputation for very publicly and colorfully chewing out people who crossed my friends and me. I figured a lecture like that coming from a junior would get them to back off. I didn’t get the chance due to some medical trouble that I ran into.
Fast forward to Fall registration, I’m running a planning session for a school org while my sister picked up her books and schedule.
I wrapped up early and waited outside at the car for her. I see her come out and who steps out from behind some trees but Ex and Girl. I can’t quite hear what they called her, but judging by the looks people were giving, it wasn’t nice. My sister just stopped and turned to look at them. Girl decided the name-calling wasn’t enough.
At this point, I was about halfway to them when Girl knocks the books out of my sister’s hands and pushes her to the ground, placing some light kicks into her legs.
My sister stood up and slapped Girl across the face and just stared at Ex for what felt like a couple of minutes, while Girl just had this gobsmacked look on her face.
Ex took Girl by the arm and stalked off. My sister was fine, we had a late lunch on my dime. Ex and Girl apparently steered clear of my sister afterward.”
12. 19-Year-Old Senior Gets Knocked Out By A Smaller 16-Year-Old Sophomore
“I was a sophomore in high school.
I had friends but really I was more of a loner preferring one close friend (who is still my best friend til this day) over a big social group. I was popular but I was not the typical popular type. I stood up for unpopular kids if I saw them being messed with. It was even common for me to give Nelson, a guy who was wheelchair-bound, a joy ride to the cafeteria 5 minutes before lunch started so he could get his lunch first. There was this dragon/bulldog senior chick who did not bully me but she was notorious for bullying other girls verbally.
She thought she was big and bad. She TRIED me once…….and I knocked her out. The fight happened the day after she put up a picture of me online and said she was going to burn my house down and show me a real beatdown after she graduated (because I had a falling out with one of her friends).
It took place in the cafeteria towards the end of the school year.
I was supposed to be taking a test with the rest of the sophomores so she did not expect me at her lunch, oh but I was there alright(I was an on and off skipper). She did not get to hit me not once. She was actually bigger than me, taller and wider but I was faster, adrenaline-packed, and more forceful. Her click of friends who talked a whole lot of backing mess beforehand just stood in utter shock watching.
When I was done with her I told them they were next if they followed her footsteps, they were speechless. Needless to say, her group of friends would not even dare stare in my direction or speak of my name after that. And as to the girl, I fought? Well her ego and image were badly damaged, she went from big bad bully to the laugh of the school.
She was the 19 yr old senior who got knocked out by a much smaller 16-year-old sophomore. To my surprise girls, she had bullied started coming forward and thanking me after this, or sending a thank you message with a mutual friend if I did not know them.”
11. Beat Up A Kid For Making Fun Of My Dead Grandma
“I was 14, and I had a classmate who I’ll call Alex (because that was his name). I’m from a tall family, so I was about 5’5″ tall at the time (in high school I grew out to 6’7”).
Alex was a gypsy kid struggling with 4’4″. We were in a really ***y Eastern European school where everything was a free game.
I was and still am a pretty chill guy. Alex had been throwing verbal abuse at me for quite a while (years), but I didn’t let it get to me. I was popular with the girls, had a lot of friends, and I felt confident due to being the tallest one in the school.
He would call me all sorts of names, and I would laugh it off as petty *** by a jealous midget.
Then my grandma died. I was just back from the funeral a few days ago. He starts mocking me for my dead granny during lunch which upset me quite a lot. I was shaking a bit with a massive lump down my throat. I ran over to the toilet to compose myself, and the stupid little *** followed me.
Oh, big mistake, buddy. He gets physical with me and shoves me into the wall yelling names at me.
I backhand slapped him with my extremely boney arm. I pulled him into a headlock. I wrapped my wooly winter hat around my fist and just started ****** pounding the top of his head yelling between each punch something along the lines of:
WILL…YOU…******…STOP…YOU…MIDGET…PIECE…OF…***… YOU…STUPID…***Y…JEALOUS…A*S…HOLE…***…
I must have hit him a couple of dozen times before I dropped him on the ground. He was sobbing and crying. Then I went really close to him and told him in a quiet icy voice: I can ****** kill you. Did this lesson get through your thick head?
Alex just sat there and just mumbled between choked sobs: Uuh-huh
Alex ended up getting a few lumps on his head, but he didn’t tell anyone about it, and I felt no pride to boast about it.
He never talked to me again and ended up actively avoiding eye contact. Coincidentally, that was the last time in my life that I was in a physical confrontation.”
10. All It Took Was A False Statement To The Police
“When I was in high school I drove a sh*tty car. I needed a sh*tty car because my family lived far away from my (catholic) school and my parents got tired of dropping me off.
It was more trouble than it was worth because I had to pay for all gas and maintenance and reimburse my parents for the insurance hike.
Anyway, this **** at school, whose parents bought him a brand new convertible for his 16th birthday, decided it would be hilarious if he slashed all four of my tires.
So I missed a day of work because my car was immobilized and I had to shell out for four new tires which depleted my meager savings (I also mooched money off of my grandparents).
Went to the principal and he said he couldn’t do anything because I couldn’t prove it was him.
Two weeks later I sat at a coffee shop across the street and watched him leave. Then I called the police from a payphone (remember those?) and told them that a vehicle matching his description, with his plate number, with occupants matching him and his idiot friends, just nearly hit an old woman crossing the street (lie) and the driver was brandishing what appeared to be a weapon along with their general direction of travel.
Got in my car and went to my buddy’s house sometime later and drove past his car, pulled over with three cop cars nearby. He and his friends were lined up while two cops were tossing his car.
Obviously, they didn’t find a weapon. They did, however, find a bunch of ‘leaves’, beer and one of them had a switchblade on his person.
They all got community service and a conditional discharge.
So no serious long term effects for any of them. But it put them on the radar of school administration, embarrassed them all pretty thoroughly and one of them had his acceptance to one of the service academies yanked.
Don’t think he ever knew it was me. But he had bigger issues than **c***g with me.
All it took was a false statement to the police.”
9. Made The Manipulative Bully Cry By Shoving Her Into A Giant Mud Puddle
“When I was in elementary school, around 3rd or 4th grade, I was part of a group of girls. Midwest, in the early 80s. One was definitely the leader, but she was really just a clever bully. I’ll call her P and J was her kinda dopey yes-girl sidekick. P was a smart girl but she used her powers for evil. She was mean-spirited, incredibly manipulative and bossy, and loved to play emotional games to punish others or just for fun.
She loved to pit us against one another with lies she’d tell about what the other girl had said or done that often wasn’t true, or was betraying confidence. She always had to win at everything and always had to be right. I was constantly having fallouts with her and she was always directing the others to give me the silent treatment, usually because I was the only one in our group who would stand up to her.
As an example of how clever she could be: we were outside one summer at her house in a wading pool. I started putting on sunscreen and she sneered: ‘I don’t know why you’re putting on sunscreen since it’s overcast. You can’t get a sunburn when it’s overcast.’ ‘Yes, you can,’ I said, and right then her dad came around the corner. ‘Dad, can you get a sunburn when it’s overcast?’ as if it was the dumbest thing she’d heard ‘Of course you can!’ he said.
Without missing a beat, that evil little genius said ‘See, I told you so!’ God, she was so **c***g annoying. That wasn’t by far the meanest thing she ever did, just what I’ve always thought was the best example of how she thought nothing of lying for the purpose of making other people look bad and to make herself look good. And do it like a reflex.
So, I’d been putting up with her manipulative, psycho little-girl bull or maybe three years by the time this event happened. We were out on the playground, and it had been raining all week. She was wearing a pristine, pink, and white puffer jacket that she was extremely proud of. I no longer remember what was being said, but I remember her kind of prancing around in front of me and getting in my face to say something I no longer remember.
She was taunting me. And because I wasn’t saying anything back, she was smiling and laughing about it and getting bolder and bolder. She made one last remark right in my face, and then did a little haughty turn and started to walk away laughing, with her sidekicks following.
I remember next taking just a few steps behind and SHOVING HER as hard as I could between the shoulder blades.
I remember seeing her arms and head fling back and her landing FLAT, face-down in a HUGE puddle of muddy water. I’m not proud of it, but the truth is that I remember it felt amazing to shove her like that. And, though I’m not proud of it either, the next part was even better: she turned herself over but remained sitting in the puddle.
She was covered in muddy water and she screech-whined ‘Look at MY JACKET!! It’s RUINED!!! It’s ROOOOOOINNNNED!!!!’
Her screeching was like an operatic aria to my ears. It felt so, so good to see her sitting in that puddle. What’s strange is, I don’t remember anything about being punished for this. Maybe she played it off to everyone else as though she tripped, but I don’t remember.
All I remember is how good it felt to shove her and see her sitting in the muddy puddle crying about her jacket.
When I’m having a bad day, feeling like everyone else has gotten the better of me, I’ll still think about this, and it always gives me a little wistful smile.”
8. Gave My Bully-Friends A Taste Of My Taekwondo Skills
“In 4th grade, I was the new kid at school. Just moved over from Asia and had a funny accent before it got Americanized. Wore weird clothes and was a tomboy, so I hung out with a group of boys who kinda picked on me when I didn’t know better.
It was a weird bully-friend relationship, but I stuck with it for a while cause I liked playing the games they did in recess (punchball, tag, flag football, etc) and felt like I ‘belonged’ in a pathetic, didn’t-know-any-better way.
As the school year progressed, the leader of the pack got more and more aggressive towards me. Verbal taunts turned physical as he would shove/hit me whenever I beat him at a game, with his lackeys cheering him on.
I started recognizing that this kind of behavior wasn’t right amongst friends cause I started making friends with other kids in the class who didn’t take their anger out on me.
One day, we were playing punchball and he missed hitting the ball after my turn. He started charging towards me with a look I was all too familiar with that said, ‘you’re gonna pay for that.’ I had been taking tae kwon do classes in Chinese school and had been progressing up to orange belt at that point, so just as he had charged close enough, I threw a side-kick right into his stomach.
He doubled over and started crying. His second-in-command ran over and tended to his leader, yelling at me ‘what did you do that for?! He would never hurt a fly!’ I couldn’t believe he could even lie to himself and say that when all this time the leader kid always hurt me on the playground. I responded, ‘he was charging at me like a bull, what else was I supposed to do.’ I then turned around and left, never playing with those d*uches again.”
7. Finally Punched My Bully To Make Up For All The Troubles He's Caused Me
“To preface, this kid was shorter than I was, but still had anger issues and lost his temper fairly quickly. He’s quick to make assumptions and to throw his fist when he deemed appropriate. Apparently, when I asked him, man-to-man if he took something of mine, as I had suspicion to believe he did, he thought I was flat out accusing him of theft. Never found out about what happened to my property, but he decided then to terrorize me.
Not so much as to tease me by calling me names, or anything that is psychologically damaging, he would shove up against me when we were doing laps to warm up for P.E. or even when it came down to leaving, he would wait by the door for me to be alone. Being a fatty sensitive kid, I attempting to make peace instead of throwing my fists into it too.
But it didn’t matter to him, he decided to s*cker punch me in the eye on two occasions. The first time, I had said to my dad that I had run into a basketball, I was so distraught that I was being picked on and did nothing about it that I figured lying about it was the best course of action.
After that, I tried to leave with other people to minimize my time, even shoved back at the guy to leave me alone, but one hit wasn’t enough for him.
He eventually s*cker-punched me a second time, and that’s when I fessed up to my dad that both times were by the same kid. He called the principal and both the bully and I were separated into different rooms to recount what had happened. I told the principal what had happened, seeing how I was on the verge of weeping, and then talked to the bully.
The principal came back saying that the kid had claimed that I had made fun of his family and called him a thief. Only half of that was even partly-true, and I told the principal that.
What’s even better is that when I went to my block class and took off my glasses, which most of the class was stunned to see the shiner I had adorned on my eye, they had asked what happened. I told them some punk had s*cker punched me a second time and a majority said that they would back me up.
It was heartwarming to see that I had those who had my back despite having just moved to the town that year.
As for the bully, I never saw him again after that day I spoke with the principal. Never want to either. Now that I’ve grown up a bit since middle school, I’ve got that courage to stand up for myself and take no more **** from bullies like that.
So I guess you can say it was a harsh slow burner of a lesson for myself in a weird sort of way.”
6. Bully Neighbor Ends Up Dead Shortly After His Outburst
“The first house I lived in after moving out was in a well-established hippy neighborhood of the city, where supposedly everybody was chill. I’m in a band, and we jam about once a week in the basement.
When we moved in, we let the neighbors know about this and gave them our numbers so they could call when we were being too loud, which they would do every now and then.
About 5 months in, the woman next door to us would start coming over in person and more frequently to tell us we were being too loud. Okay – she was nice so we would stop whenever that would happen. But one particular day at 3 pm on a Saturday during the summer, we were jamming when one of my roommates came down the stairs yelling for us to stop.
The only thing I could really make out was ‘he wants us to stop!’ So naturally, I’m confused; start heading up the stairs to see what’s up; and once I reach the top, I see a 6’5″ middle-aged man in my doorway looking right at me with the most annoyed expression on his face. ‘I’m gonna ****** kill you! The walls are shaking all day!’ He yells as he starts ambling in my direction, to which I respond by yelling at him to get the *** out of my house.
‘You wanna take this outside?’ He asks me, to which I agree, to lead him outside and immediately shut and lock the door behind him. Seeing as how I’ve never met this man before, I perplexingly watch him walk off straight to the neighbor’s house – his house. At this point, I’m wondering what the *** happened until I notice that a few windows are smashed up along the front of our house.
*** – guess I have to call the cops because that’s not coming out of my damage deposit.
So the cops show up, listen to our story and tell us that we should probably figure out how to work this out amongst ourselves considering how we’re neighbors and all, but we refuse since we’ve never once met this man beforehand. They decide to walk over to this guy’s place and talk to him with the ultimatum that if he’s a ***, they’ll press charges (their words, too).
Lo and behold, 10 minutes later they’re grabbing our statements. Turns out when my roommate answered the door, the dude grabbed him by the neck and threatened to kill him, among also breaking our windows. So the cops decide to be the ones to charge him instead of us, to ‘protect’ us.
A few months go by, and this guy ends up paying for the damages and pleads with our landlord to drop the charges.
*** that. Eventually, they move away, and the guy starts threatening to take legal action against us, and warn his lawyer buddies to not deal with us – oh yeah, turns out this guy’s a lawyer. Also, *** that. We also find out from his wife that whenever we’d play music, he’d get super angry and send her to go get us to stop. Eventually, a year goes by, the city takes him to court, and a roommate’s friend comes to visit and starts telling us about her day working at the hospital. ‘Oh yeah, I was treating your neighbor the other day.’ Huh?
That’s weird, I was just talking to my neighbor and he seems fine. She starts describing the guy and I slowly realize that she’s talking about the old neighbor who ***ed up our windows. ‘Oh ****, that guy! What happened to him?’ I ask. ‘He ended up dying a few days ago from heart problems.’ Oh ***.
So yeah, my ‘bully’ ended up dying shortly after his outburst and we probably contributed a great deal of stress on his heart.
The best part is? We asked the new neighbors if they had any problems with us jamming, to which they said they could barely hear it.”
5. I Was A Magnet To Bullies In High School
“Before high school, I just took it and never got any revenge.
I was scared, timid, and shy. Bullying was severe. Like worse than you see in *** movies and tv shows. More exactly like the girl in the worm, except more punching.
In high school, something just kinda snapped. It’s not as glamorous as you might imagine.
I don’t know why but my personality just attracted people who abuse others for fun. When a new abuser came around it would just escalate to blows if they didn’t *** the **** off really quick.
I became like a loaded gun because it was the only effective way to defend myself. Seriously. I tried to get things to work through parents and teachers for years and not a ****** d*mn thing was ever done. I went to probably a dozen parent-teacher meetings specifically because of the bullying. I met with principals and everything. ****** nothing. The only thing that was effective was attacking my aggressors.
Plain in simple. It was so effective in fact that I would teach any victim child to do the same. It ****** works.
Basically, I just got into a lot of fights and I was never the aggressor. I was a loner, loser, bookworm, geek type who slept in class and stayed up all night playing Runescape. I had little to no friends.
What would end up happening is some kid would seriously walk up to my desk and steal my pencil or some such ***.
Repeated requests for relief were always ignored. I was a doormat for the longest time.
I got in at least half a dozen fights in highschool because ***y little ****** kids couldn’t simply *** off. That’s all I wanted. To be alone! To go out of my day and turn in my homework without being cornered or stolen from. Words never bothered me. But kids would seriously try to take my *** from my desk.
Most of them were relatively minor. Just a short scuffle and somebody blows then the kid would scurry away and never bother me again. That’s the most important detail people. When I attacked the bully would never so much as give me a dirty look ever again. Did I emphasize how well this worked? It was actually a silver bullet.
Anyway, I did send one kid to the hospital who showed up the next day with two black eyes.
I wasn’t even really trying to hurt him bad it just ended up that way. I had pinned him underneath me and was delivering repeated blows to his brow when the fight was happening. I got a short lecture and was sent back to class and the bullying stopped. Easy as ****** cake.”
4. I Never Let My School Bullies Walk Free
“I’ve had several of these stories happen to me because I was a dork in school but I’m also a **c***g psycho and not afraid of much.
The dude in 1st grade told me I couldn’t be Han Solo every day during recess when we’d all play Star Wars.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore so I grabbed his backpack off the playground and beat him with it till he cried.
In 4th grade, some **s***e kept harassing some of the girls (one of whom was my crush). He would say weird s*xual **** and I’m sure he was being exposed to something inappropriate at home but that didn’t occur to my 9-year-old self and when he flashed them his **** it angered me so I took one of the orange cones they used during PE and cracked him in the head repeatedly with the base part of it until the teacher broke it up.
The girls had grabbed cones and joined in by then too, it was pretty funny.
Told this guy in 5th grade if he didn’t stop pushing me and poking me that I was going to punch him in the face, so he responded by shoving me and I responded by breaking his nose with my fist.
I’m not proud of this. Seriously. But also in 5th grade, there was this girl who kept **c***g with me constantly.
I don’t know if she wanted to be my friend or if she was just an **s***e or what. My best buddy and I used to make up these stupid games and name ourselves weird nicknames. She would always invite herself into our game and then insist that SHE get the name I had chosen. It was always like, ‘Oh I made that one up in kindergarten, you stole it,’ (I didn’t even know her in kindergarten and was literally on the opposite corner of the country at the time).
Finally, we were playing on the monkey bars this game and she was hanging by her knees going, ‘You’re a liar Chris, I made that name up, you stole it…’ WHUMP! Cause I grabbed her feet and knocked her a*s off the monkey bars on her head on the ground. Not my most chivalrous moment.
This jackwagon in HS told my crush I was gay.
He liked her and decided he would try to c*ckblock me by spreading this rumor that I was gay. I got raged for that. When I found out who had done it, I walked right up to him, grabbed the front of his shirt, and charged forward so he fell on his a*s, then I started kicking and stomping on him. The dean showed up and dragged us both to the office.
Also in high school, this kid kept **c***g with me in class and saying could/was going to steal the girl I was going out with. I flipped out on him, grabbed him by his backpack handle on his back, and threw him down in the hallway where he was trampled by a hoard of other kids before he managed to get up.
There are a lot more stories like this.
Just because a kid is skinny and quiet and dresses all preppy doesn’t mean he won’t beat the ever-loving **** out of you. Watch out who you target.”
3. Had A Habit Of Throwing My Bullies' Shoes On The Roof
“I was a sensitive kid. I didn’t get picked on too much (not to my face, anyway), but when I did, I reacted poorly.
When I was in first or second grade, there was this kid on my street. I can’t remember his name, but I know he was a year or two younger than me (hence, petty).
This kid would always annoy me and call me a baby. I don’t think it actually hurt; I was probably just super annoyed.
One day we were at the park, and he was at it again. I noticed he had left his shoes on the ground, so I picked them up. He saw this and immediately changed his attitude, but I wasn’t satisfied. As he begged me to give them back, I chucked them up on a roof and scrammed. It’s been over a decade, but I can still hear him shrieking: ‘My shoes!
My shu-hu-hoes!’ (He was crying, by the way). I don’t remember if I told my dad then or a few years later, but I know he congratulated me (which is worrying because the kid was so young, but oh well).
I did the same thing to some girls like six years later, but instead of running home, I left the neighborhood (a different neighborhood; my dad was military, so I moved quite a bit) and hid out behind a hill.
I tried to call my friend and see if I could stake out at his place, but he’d literally left that day, moved to Colorado, without telling me. What a tool. The girls never came after me, though.
Finally, my favorite story. This was the same neighborhood as the story with the girls. I was probably twelve or thirteen. I had one friend around my age in the neighborhood (a girl a year older than me) and was chill with all the little kids around too.
One day, all the little kids (late elementary school age) wanted to play kickball with some older kids (most were a year younger than me, but there was one who was older than me by at least a year or two). I decided to join because I was bored, and it was actually sort of fun.
For a while.
One of the stranger kids, a little younger than me, was standing just to the side the whole game.
Anytime I did something, he accused me of cheating. I’m not sure if I was, because I didn’t and do not know the exact rules of kickball, but he wouldn’t ****** say what I was doing wrong. Eventually, I snapped and started wailing at him. I don’t think I punched him (I think it was more like a cat-fight than anything), but it was enough to attract the attention of the oldest kid-his brother.
One second I was hitting the kid, the next I was flat on the ground. I stood up and the kid was standing between me and his brother, daring me to act.
I cried. I was a little ****. But my preteen *** dropped a good few f-bombs in the span of like ten seconds. All the young moms hanging around the park (which was honestly unusual and unlucky on my part) stared at me and gasped as I stomped home to pout.
I don’t remember what those kids looked like whatsoever, but at this point, I’ve started imagining a small one and a tall one, both with literal ******* for faces because it makes me feel good.
It was sort of my fault. The kid only shoved me ’cause I hit his brother. But still, we were kids, and your childhood emotions linger.”
2. Messed With The Bully's Email Account And Got Sent To An Alternative School As Punishment
“So this happened a good ways back when I was in 5th grade and my brother was a few above me. We were constantly getting f*cked with by a kid in my class who lived not too far from us.
In school, we had just been given emails for each student. Essentially just our first initial followed by our last name @gmail. Passwords were our first name. Once I heard that bit I knew it was game on and started playing big brother on my classmates. I even broke a couple up via email after he was gone for weeks due to a broken arm and swooped in and took his woman.
Then my brother and I got into a fight with the **** head a few blocks over and had a firearm (probably airsoft) pulled on us by his big brother. After that happened we decided to do whatever it took to get him either in jail or expelled. We pulled his email up and wrote an email to my teacher using his account proclaiming he would load his dad’s truck up with every firearm and bottle of gas he could.
Crash into the school and shoot everyone we saw.
Fast forward about a month and the teacher finally checks the email he set up for our class. Obviously, he alerts the principal who alerted the police and when they made contact with the kid he pointed towards me claiming I made some reference to his email which was bull. Either way, they pulled me into the office with an officer and asked me about the emails and my computer at home.
Once they put the printout of the email in front of me with my IP written on it I realized how f*cked I was and caved.
We were successful in our end game in ensuring that the **** head left me alone. But only because my punishment was being sent to an alternative school/boys town kinda thing. My brother got 3 days of in-school suspension.
Really glad I pulled that **** before kids started getting expelled for shooting finger guns at recess.”
1. I Never Tolerate The Bullies I Encounter
“Have had quite a few bullies.
Was making sounds as though he were mentally ill (in my face), and I informed him that he sounded r*tarded, he hit me in the face a few times.
Got caught on the bus cam and got detention. I got told off for calling him r*tarded.
I was chubby but also tall as *** in 5th grade, there was a kid with a messed up family history who thought it was hilarious to poke me. I literally just walked up to his 4-foot friend and picked him up, and held him in between me and the j*ckass so he would stop prodding me.
I got detention. I didn’t even hit back. Just moved the ***** around to block hits.
In 4th grade, there was some *** saying some *** to me. I said something to the effect of ‘What are you gonna do about it?’ Turned away to walk off on the playground, and the little **** who knew he wouldn’t win in a fair fight runs up and punches me in the back of the head.
I turn around and stare him down as he runs off, and then don’t do anything. Kinda wish I did.
It was maybe 7th grade, my dad had lost his job for the second time in five years. My mom picked up a minimum wage supermarket job to help make ends meet. We lived in a wealthy area where minimum wage jobs were looked down on.
My neighbor and I got into a spat about some unimportant ***, and I said something that made him think saying ‘Well at least my mom doesn’t work a minimum wage job at Wal-Mary’, this kid was right about half my size, and I cleaned the block with him. He got in a few good blows. If my memory serves me right, he knew better than to make any comment slighting my mom or her work ethic or her dedication to her family again.
Other times I would just grab (read hug) people that we’re trying to *** with my ***, and restrain (read squeeze with a lotta pressure so they can’t wail about) them from ****** with my ***. If they were being a right *** and not just d*cking with my stuff I might have punched them, checked them into a locker, or knocked the textbooks outta their hands. Typically resulted in detention.
In fifth grade again. We have tables set up in pods (groups of four). I was vastly unpopular and was paired with a cliquey group of c*nty girls for like a month. It was absolute ****. There were group projects and ***, and they were pretty ****** stupid, and so for the first bit, I was kindly trying to explain *** to them, and not be condescending. Then I stopped caring about being condescending.
Then they gave me the silent treatment for 2 weeks solid, saying *** like ‘Ohh, where is redacted_pterodactyl?’ to my face. So I went on Facebook and messaged her telling her my 2 cents on how she was a terrible human being and tossed in my best curse words for flair. Got in trouble with my Christian parents for telling her to ‘Go to ****’. She drove me so ****** insane, that in class I would daydream about putting a pipe bomb in the exhaust of her school bus and killing the ****.
She was so maddeningly insane that the other kids on the school bus were acceptable casualties. Now although I don’t dream of her dying, I would be happy to hear some say that she died, what was hopefully an unpleasant death.”
